I can’t say that I wasn’t worried about this movie – adaptations of books rarely work. At most, I expected it to be very good but not quite the book. Either that or it was absolutely terrible, so we could all laugh about it afterwards. My main fear was that it would be a mixture of the two, and that I would hate it. However all these fears were put to rest as soon as the screen became black apart from several shining stars and an amazing song that I can’t remember but went so well with the piece played and I started to cry because this was what I had been waiting for ever since I’d read the book. And it was spectacular, it was perfect, and even my mum cried (why wouldn’t she?). I won’t lie, I managed to nick a few complimentary advanced screening posters for a librarian who will not be named due to legal reasons. I have never cried so much at a movie before, and I think that the silence after the end of the movie – only disturbed by a few sobs and sniffles – accurately describes how much it destroyed everyone’s lives, and also how much they want to see it again. It was the perfect movie, so good in fact that after watching my mum borrowed my copy of (unfortunately unsigned) TFioS but then returned it to me the next day because it was the same as the movie. She now wants to read Looking For Alaska. Good luck, mum, and thank you to John Green and everyone who helped with the movie.